Trick or The Treat?
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Ebb and Flow.
I dreamed of The Treat this morning. It’s been several weeks since he’s visited in dreams or meditations and when he has, it’s been to show me things at his job. This time, he just kept saying that he’s been really focused on new things he’s doing at work, and I understand that. Sometimes work takes precedence above all else and you have to shove aside all the other stuff in your life so nobody at work dies or anything. What’s not to understand? I just made it through Fiscal Yearend and its aftermath.
This was one of those dreams that blended with meditation, but had a different “feel” from a regular dream. It carried a texture that was most definitely him, even at the beginning, when I was talking with The Treat’s friends, Kat and Joe. I’ve not seen either of them in about a year and a half. Kat was still Kat, sharp opinions and all. Joe was himself, too, and I seemed to spend more time talking with him—or at least communicating with him—than with Kat.
I can’t say I’ve always liked Joe. I’d heard all about how awful he was before I ever met him, and was surprised that he wasn’t at all as he’d been portrayed to me by the women who knew him—and later gave me differing opinions from at first. I always enjoyed my conversations with him, and he was one of the first people I read accidentally when I was discovering my new empathic gifts. I saw something in his hidden emotions that helped me understand, and I’ll never forget leaving his house one night when he was out back, alone, cut-off, burying himself in his guitar. I believe we’ve all had those moments.
It’s too bad I can’t remember what he and Kat were telling me in this dream, but it was more of a social visit than any type of warnings or notification, and Joe did most of the talking with me.
In another part of the dream, I was in a lab of some sort. I believe both my girls were there, as well as various people I know and some sort of guiding presence I was talking to. The Treat was there somewhere, too, but busy helping others and therefore not in my immediate space. We were reviewing data that showed the formula for each of us as people. My formula and The Treat’s formula were different but equally complex, more complex by far than any other on the list. Lots of exponents, Greek letters, and equations. The formula for each person in the room related to how we as energetic beings fit into the physical world of matter around us and how or if we mesh with one another.
Then I walked out of the “lab” and directly into my back yard. Aislinn was with me. Perhaps Shannon. Some guiding presence. And The Treat. I was walking around the house, noting little things I needed to finish to prepare it for Winter, and suddenly he was beside me, chatting, offering his help. I didn’t even have to ask. He just jumped in and started taking care of little chores I hadn’t gotten to.
No one’s ever been much on offering to help me with chores or handyman projects, so I found the offer—and his follow-through—very endearing.
Then something highly symbolic happened. I was about to inspect a certain area of the back patio when he bounced right in there to take care of it for me. I warned him of an old, small wasp nest that I’d destroyed and thought it was now completely abandoned. I didn’t want him to get stung.
Wasps have shown up in my dreams since last March. Sometimes, I’ve been shown nests that I’ve found the next day on the physical premises—in places where I would certainly have been stung had the dream not clued me to their whereabouts. Even at the Florida Pagan Gathering, I leaned against an outdoor banister with a huge nest under the railing about 6 inches from my chest, but was untouched. There are certain people I associate with the writhing insects, too, and I give the wasp some respect…until I can kill them.
But in this dream, I stood in the green grass with my daughter and someone else while he took care of mychore for me and was careful to avoid the abandoned nest. Then he called me over and showed me the nest I’d missed…a few inches higher and out of my normal vision, absolutely and frighteningly huge. They were hidden just inside a pipe, shielded from the elements, waiting to strike at me and sting.
By the time I walked back to my daughter and told her what was going on, he’d move on from the spot where we’d stood and was working on the next chore for me. The nest had been destroyed, and it surprised me that his presence had destroyed it so quickly, so completely. The area was safe again.
But what impressed me most was not that he was taking care of little chores for me and doing me great service by his kindness, but that I actually allowed him to.